__________________"Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man! We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out."
--Hugh Latimer, October 16, 1555

...and those tulips for my allotment spring back...they are from Holland I shall have you know

Don't play innocent with me! You said that your red currants were eaten up by birds. Let me guess . . . Blackbirds? You said that your gooseberries were choked out by weeds. Weeds . . . is that what you racist gardeners call Pakistanis? How dare you! Your code words don't fool me a bit. We are all onto you and your other racist, sexist, and dare I say, homophobic English gardeners.

__________________"Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man! We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out."
--Hugh Latimer, October 16, 1555

Don't play innocent with me! You said that your red currants were eaten up by birds. Let me guess . . . Blackbirds? You said that your gooseberries were choked out by weeds. Weeds . . . is that what you racist gardeners call Pakistanis? How dare you! Your code words don't fool me a bit. We are all onto you and your other racist, sexist, and dare I say, homophobic English gardeners.